rapeseed in spring

One of the things I love about living in Denmark is how much closer I feel to my food. Every day on my ride to and from work, I pass the fields that grow my food. If wasn't stuck on a bus, I could stop and buy potatoes, strawberries (and other things I can't yet identify via the written word) right from the people who grow them.

In early spring, I watched the baby lambs grow bigger every week, white at one farm, black at another. I see cows grazing in open pastures. And the other morning, I cried as I passed a truck full of screaming pigs on their way to slaughter, and I knew that being a vegetarian is absolutely the right choice for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of those pigs and been glad that I know how to make "bacon" from a block of tofu.

But the point of this post isn't to lecture you about the karmic pitfalls of eating meat, to each their own. I wanted to share with you one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen...

It's rapeseed, and the Danish countryside is full of it in springtime. I'd never known that canola oil started off so beautifully.

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